I will use it to vent though.
We had dinner and it was cool. We drank two pitchers and she pulled a knife on me under the table. It was a big knife. I knew she didn't mean it and I asked her if she meant it and she said no, so I believed her. We asked for wings to be well done as per her recommendation and they came out looking like ashes. On the way out she jumped the stairs, drunk and I was thankful she didn't fall through the ground or something.
Then there was a piece of property that looked like a long time vacant quarter tennis court or something. She looked so cute demanding an answer to what I thought it was. I don't remember what I said, enlarged ping pong court or something.
Then we played a little pool. It was like old times, but anything but. The tab came to something like $4. I like that place but it's probably cooler if you're in high school and cool. I'm neither. She liked the cashier. I was in between but yeah, great body.
Then she had to get a kitten so she had to get going. She peed in Sheetz.
Then my head blew up as I got shot out of a cannon into her urethra.
Then I drove home.
It was a nice dinner. If I have one regret about Cami after all this time it's this -
Don't fuck up the wings.
Just don't do that, ever.